The Wicked Truth by Pru Schuyler

Author:Pru Schuyler [Schuyler, Pru]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: YA Contemporary Romance Mystery
Publisher: Pru Schuyler
Published: 2021-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

Sunlight from the window guides me awake. I wiggle to move but am trapped under a heavy arm over my waist, a hot firm chest pressed flush against my bare back.

Last night floods through my mind, reminding me where I am and what happened, and a blush spreads to my cheeks. I roll around to face Cade, who is sound asleep. I reach and lightly lift his hand, peeling his arm off of my waist. We must have been like that all night. He shifts and mumbles, his eyes pressing together, and then slowly, emerald gems sleepily come into view.

His voice is low and raspy from rest. “Good morning.”

I smile back at him. “Good morning.”

Butterflies twist in my stomach. I can’t imagine there ever being a time that Cade won’t give me butterflies.

“What time is it?” He reaches out, trying to hook my waist again, but I pull away, escaping his warm, inviting grasp.

I check my phone. “Nine oh-one a.m.” I swing off the bed and grab my toothbrush and paste from my bag.

I head into the en suite and start running the water. Cade’s heavy footsteps make their way into the bathroom, and oh dear God, he’s sexy. His gray sweatpants hang low off his hips, exposing the sharp V and trail of hair leading below the waistband. His hair is a mess of black waves, tousled from deep sleep. My body ignites, and I want to make him feel the way I did last night. My eyes trail back down his firm chest, passing over the defined mounds on his torso, and land on the protruding hip bones poking out from his low-hanging sweats.

Oh, sweet heaven.

“Hey, ma’am, my eyes are up here.” His tone is playful, as always.

I scan my eyes back up his body, taking my time.

“That’s more like it.” He smiles when I finally meet his gaze.

I spit into the sink and rinse my toothbrush off, setting it on a towel on the counter. Cade follows suit, brushing his teeth and running his fingers through his dark hair.

“What are we doing today?” Giddiness makes me skip a step as we head back into our bedroom.

Cade looks at me, and that sexy half-smirk kicks up. “Let’s grab some breakfast, and then we’re all going tubing.”

We quickly throw on the PJs we were supposed to wear last night. I follow him down the stairs, and pots and pans clank in the kitchen. Brooke’s and Brady’s laughter carry into the entryway as we hit the ground level. We follow the soft voices into the kitchen. Brady, to my surprise, is quite the cook. A waffle iron is making giant golden-brown waffles. There is bacon sizzling on the stove and eggs scrambling in a pan. Brooke is pulling orange juice out of the fridge.

“Good morning, you two.” I let the amazement in my voice show.

Brady’s focus remains on his handiwork. “Morning.”

Brady and Brooke finish preparing their feast, and we all dive in. The waffles are fluffy and moist. Brady should really consider culinary school.

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